In A Psycher’s Mind, The Quiet Moments Are The Worst
(Who was St. Remedius? And why is a medical college named after him?)
Few, once they learn the truth, want the life of a certified psychic. The general onslaught of psionic energies flooding Earth up and down the timestream leave even the most powerful psychers burned out young, and precious few ever have or develop abilities that reach those heady ranks. Most psychers with enough talent to discern distinct and coherent thoughts are so flooded with random waves from everyone around them that most are misdiagnosed as severe introverts by the time they reach high school. The constantly shifting presence of aliens, temporal visitors, fae, and Children of the Neuri are clairvoyant landmines which most psychers learn to avoid if they want to keep their stomach contents. With the availability of technological and thaumaturgic substitutes, few are able to find careers that utilize their skills, and efforts at side-hustles are often overwhelmed by Zwinge Foundation rejects who present tarot card shuffles and placebo touches as being “abilities They don’t want you to know about.” Most psychers, instead of presenting themselves as beings of special and rare powers, usually settle into a quiet life of anonymous office gruntwork, where the greatest reward is not having to talk to another human being for days straight.
Even sleep is not the release most assume it to be. Most mental shielding generated during the day remains up while the psycher is asleep: the danger is that when asleep, that shielding acts as a repeater for others’ worst dreams. Lower the shield at rest and the psycher’s sleep is flooded with the most vile subconscious intimations. Raise the shield, and the shield acts on those intimations much like a gravity assist, accelerating and concentrating them and throwing them back at those in closest proximity, including the originator. Many are the psychers friends or lovers with individuals who were not full-fledged psychopaths before a few sleepovers, and pray for those sharing communal space in conferences, hotels, dorms, barracks, and campgrounds.
As part of ongoing research, St. Remedius Medical College attempted multiple methods to stop, channel, or stockpile psycher energy, especially while they were asleep. Psychic firewall construction materials, psychically reflective films, immersive headgear…all were tested and found lacking. One final stab at a treatment turned out to be a medication that absorbed 90 percent of incoming psychic energies and dampened outgoing energies by 95 percent, but only among established psychers. Best of all, it only worked while the patient was asleep, thereby allaying risks of undetectable psycher secret agents. Today, thousands of latent psychers take two capsules of Chaff (one of several brand names in different markets) before going to bed, assured that if they have loved ones, those loved ones are unaffected by their abilities, and if they don’t, they won’t drive away those who might become one.
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